The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Gu Weimian's hand holding the phone slightly tightened, but his face remained calm as he softly said "hmm".

"Sorry, principal.

On the other end of the phone, when the principal heard Gu Weimian's words, his face broke out into a smile.

"It's no trouble, no trouble. What's the trouble? Please don't quarrel with me. Dechang Middle School will always be your alma mater and your home."

Gu Weimian laughed and shook his head.

But he didn't say anything.

hang up the phone.

Ning Quruo looked towards Gu Weimian,

"What's wrong?"

Gu Weimian raised his head, leaned the back of his head on the cushion of the seat, closed his eyes,

"Things about the White Tower."

Ning Quruo's face suddenly turned dark.

"Is it Duan Xishen again?"

Gu Weimian nodded slightly, and in his sight, Ning Quruo's face suddenly turned violent.

She said quickly,

"The other party sent someone to repair it."

Ning Quruo was stunned.

"repair?"

Gu Weimian nodded and briefly told Duan Xishen about donating the laboratory building and filming the expert team to repair and maintain the White Tower.

Ning Quruo had a suspicious look on his face.

"He can't be trying to cause trouble secretly."

Gu Weimian turned his head and looked at the scenery receding outside the car window.

"Not really."

After she said these three words, her lips tightened.

His expression was a little complicated.

Ning Quruo frowned when he saw Gu Weimian's expression.

"Aren't you soft-hearted?"

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment and shook his head quickly.

"Won't.

Ning Quruo took a careful look at Gu Weimian.

Gu Weimian couldn't laugh or cry.

"The other party wants to kill me, how can I still be soft-hearted?"

Hearing this, Ning Quruo nodded in agreement.

"Yes, don't be soft-hearted."

Gu Weimian's mouth twitched and he turned his face towards the car window.

Does it need to be emphasized so much?

Of course she won't...

…

The moon rose and hung high in the sky.

Secretary Hong moved his feet. He was really old, and he felt a little unbearable after standing for such a while.

He took a careful look at Duan Xishen and said,

"Mr. Duan, are we going back?"

Duan Xishen's face was calm and he didn't speak.

Secretary Hong touched his arm.

The night wind started to pick up.

He glanced at Duan Xishen hesitantly,

"It's already past your sleep time."

During these days, Duan Xishen didn't get any normal rest at all.

His already poor health was already shaky.

Duan Xishen remained silent.

Secretary Hong didn’t know how to persuade her.

In the past few days, my daily life has been in dire straits, dancing on the edge of a knife.

I don’t know how long it will take in the future...

I pray to God and Buddha every day, hoping that the eldest lady can forgive Duan Xishen.

Why doesn't it work at all?

No... With Duan Xishen's contemptuous attitude towards these gods and Buddhas, it's no wonder they didn't help him at the critical moment.

He sighed, why did a middle-aged man have to face such an unsolvable situation?

I feel sorry for myself.

A long time.

Secretary Hong felt like he was about to fall asleep, when Duan Xishen's voice suddenly sounded in his ears,

"Is she really not ready to come back?"

Secretary Hong was stunned for a moment.

"Ah sneeze!"

The two men looked at each other.

Duan Xishen: "..."

Secretary Hong quickly covered her mouth.

"Actually, I think..."

Looking at Duan Xi's slightly expectant eyes, Secretary Hong's scalp felt numb.